Throughout the week not a thought was given

Of the One who died and then was risen

So it was no surprise when Sunday came

That this day would be about the same.

A hectic morning, rushing to and fro

Hurry up! To church we must go!

Where’s the Bible, it hasn’t been seen all week.

Not once have we read of Christ so meek.

Nor prayed to God or our sins confessed

Yet on to church, we want to be blessed!

Beautiful songs rang with words so true

But the meanings of them no one knew

A few words spoken, empty prayers said

Mere ritual from hearts that were dead

The God of Heaven saw no contrition

Looking down only man’s tradition.

So He search below to see if He could find

A people who loved with heart, soul, and mind

Those who seek Him every single day

Who feast on His Word and faithfully pray

One day a week, worship is not done

But daily from rising to setting sun

Then on Sunday, fellowship sweet

With brothers and sisters they will meet

With one accord praise rise to the sky

In thanksgiving worshipping Him on High.

True confessions made from deep within

The cleansing and purifying of their sins.

Fervent prayers bringing fire from above

So encompassing and deep is His great love.

Next Sunday, they looked forward with glee

For no other place they would rather be.

The Slave


The story of Onesimus speaks to my heart

From Philemon his owner, this man did part

And ran away and joined another

Paul – apostle, prisoner, and brother.

The Word was taught for man to do right

It’s wrong for a slave to run and take flight.

Go back, serve your master it would be better

But take comfort my friend, I’ll send a letter.

On your behalf any debt I will repay;

I’ll take it upon myself, it’s the only way.

With Paul as his intercessor, willing to repent,

Back to Philemon he was sent.

Not only a slave but now a brother

For Onesimus gladly serves another.

Another story of a slave let me tell,

This one was bound and headed for hell.

My master was Satan and I served only sin

I would serve him today had grace not been.

The wages due was nothing but death

No hope within, there was nothing left.

Until the day a new Master sought me

Breaking chains of bondage setting me free.

The debt I owed – my Lord paid it all,

He lifted me up out of the fall.

Now no longer just a poor slave

From my Master new life He gave.

As joint-heirs He is also my brother

For now I gladly serve another.

The Sacrifice


The Friend of God heard from the Lord one day

“Behold, here I am. What do you have to say?”

“Isaac, the one you love, take him thy son

As a burnt offering, let it be done,

Upon one of the mountains I’ll let you know.”

“Yes Lord, if it’s Your will, I’ll go.”

Early in the morning he took Isaac and two men

Yet there was no doubt or fears within

For the Lord God had made a covenant

“Unto you and Sarah a son will be sent

A father of many nations you will be

Children as the sands of the sea”

So Abraham unto the young men said

“Abide here and we’ll go on ahead

And both of us will return unto you

We will see this sacrifice through.”

By faith he believed in his heart

God would raise him up, keeping his part.

“Father”, said Isaac, “A lamb I do not see”

“God will provide you must believe.”

The altar was built, Isaac was bound

Not from heaven came a sound

“Son, the Lord must be honored today” “

Yes father, I will willingly obey”

Abraham took the knife, this deed must be done

Yet from heaven came, “Do not harm thy son.”

“For I know now that God you fear,

Seeing you did not withhold that so dear.

A ram in the thicket I will provide.”

Abraham offered it with Isaac by his side

A beautiful story of father and son

Yet it is not the ending, it is not done.

Fast forward through time and you will see

The end of this story so precious to me

For now we see another Father and Son

Yet this time the sacrifice would be done

The Father from Heaven looking down would see

A world full of transgressors as evil as could be

No not one would seek righteousness or good

Redeem themselves? impossible – yet the Father could.

This must be done for “all like sheep have gone astray;

We have turned everyone to his own way.”

The loving Father not willing that any should perish

Would send His Son in whom he cherished.

Adoption for those who would repent and believe.

Still many were blinded and would be deceived

Yet, the Son willingly would lay down his life

But the Father would not use an altar and knife

“Crucify Him, Crucify Him” they would say

Still it pleased the Father to crush Him that day

He was despised and rejected of men

He took the full wrath of God and became sin

Surely he hath borne our griefs

Hung on a cross between two thieves.

Smitten of God and afflicted

So that mankind would not be convicted

Of eternal punishment deserving of all

Because of the sin that came at the Fall

A lamb to the slaughter God did provide

That precious Lamb was pierced in His side

He died, was buried, then arose on day three

For the Father’s Glory and for you and me!

A beautiful story of Father and Son

It is finally finished! It is well done!

My Song


From my heart I have a song to sing

Glorious praises to my Heavenly King.

As the fowls in the sky early morning

Lift high through the air praise adorning.

To the Holy One, Creator of All

Redeemer of man after the fall.

Not unto us do our praises go

Only to Jesus, meek and low.

Who, even as the birds sang that day

Rose victorious and cast death away.

At the right hand of God in the heavens seated

My Saviour, My Lord, all sin is defeated.

To Him I wish to sing this song

As I serve Him and praise Him all day long.